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Chris Shantel May 13
I was being chased after being in a crazy car accident. Something was after me. I wasn't injured in the accident, so I just started running as fast as I could. I ended up in this dark, eerie neighborhood, it felt like the projects. These women started coming out of the houses, offering me ****** favors. They were beautiful, with dark skin, and had a mix of Latino and Asian features. I didn't think I was in America because the houses were so close together. I kept running for my life, desperately telling all the women that I couldn't, maybe next time, I'm just trying to survive. But then, out of nowhere, this demonic, fat monster of a woman appeared, asking if I wanted her. I said hell no and ran even faster. I thought I had escaped, but suddenly she grabbed me by the back of my neck and lifted me off the ground by my head. Her claw was red and sharp, her eyes bloodshot red, with perfectly arched eyebrows. She told me there was no point in resisting, and that the monster I was running from wasn't far behind. She said he wanted to **** me, but she wanted to drain every last drop of *** from me before letting me go. She asked if I had made my decision, and in fear, I said I would go with her, just please don't **** me. She smiled and said it was a great choice, then started flying into the air towards her fortress. The wind was so strong, it felt so real, and I could feel the cold chills shaking my body. It was so intense that it woke me up from my sleep, and I couldn't help but feel a profound sadness lingering within me.
Chris Shantel May 2016
I'm Just Thinking, Late night drinking.

I'm just thinking, late night drinking
Thoughts are hazy, and hazardous
Things are unclear to me, foggy I can't see, a total lost of vision, but why tonight, its the liquor, the alcohol, it's consumes me, it's takes over my every thought and decisions, and Precision
My brain is Clogged by this liquor, it's like my mind is slowly losing oxygen, I'm boxed in, it's tight, it's a fight with all my might, but as I pour myself another drink, I think................. It's can't be that bad right? What's wrong with a  alcohol poisoning? It takes the pain away temporarily, and it's help sleep you at night, and you know how hard it is for you to sleep at night! **** am I talking to myself again?  Naw I can't  be, but I just answer my question lol! Maybe I had to few to many, and there's  plenty of liquor left in my cup, I can't let it go to waste .......... So I can drink more and more and more and more!
I was drunk when i wrote this, soooooollll
I'm a glowstick
I've been broken
But now I can shine through the darkness

Repost if you are a glowstick too :)
Inspired by a quote I read
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have!  :)
  Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
jeffrey robin
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we the fragile                                                    

• •

THERE ARE NO
                                                              ­      GREAT MEN

ANYMORE

~~

we wander

We call it       Our
               Given   Destiny !

••

We carry our         Suit cases
Of emotions !

( our Sensitive feelings ! )

From

Old hotel to old hotel

///

We treat each other as

Mere Possession

To

BUY AND TO SELL

Tattered baggage

Strewn across the deserted trail




When it's over      .....  (?)

Well ..... (!)

The story falters as we fall down

And like LOOTERS

or LOVERS

We pick up the broken pieces

From off the ground
Don't take a blade and cut yourself
its not worth the blood or the pain
In the end its just the scars left on your body
and the remainder of the idiot who caused you to do it
STOP SELF HARM! :(
  Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
Isha Kumar
I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.

Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.

She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.

She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.

Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.

She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?

She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.

She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.

She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.

Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.

Her world was dark.
Yet,  she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.

Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.

I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be
Probably one of my best works. I'm pretty proud of it. ^_^
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